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In these trying times, please enjoy a compilation of Bucky Barnes smiling.

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Black Star | Closed RP with Panzarvagn

His blue kevlar suit underneath the jacket feels like it’s about to break from the cold. Even though he’s wearing an undershirt and pants, he still gets the impression that the rock hard material will leave scars on him. Marks. The star imprinted on his torso, forever there to remind him of what he is and what he’s supposed to be. What he lost.

He shivers. The Russian winds remind him of the train where they fought Zola, but at least it doesn’t snow as heavily now as back then.

The street is practically empty, except for the silhouette of a man who’s sitting by the corner of a house in a ragged grey clothing, staring in a straight line. Steve hesitates when he walks by him, but decides to leave him be. The marks under his eyes and his lost stare reveals his addiction. He can’t help him.

He keeps walking. Every building is grey, black, blue. Like a painting that someone abandoned halfway through. It’s surprisingly depressing to walk down the empty lane even though he knows that it’s never looked differently, it’s only been this, forever. Like someone froze the time and forbid the city from adapting to the new life, like it’s stuck in the 70’s. Everything is old, metal, stone and color-schemes that don’t match with this reality’s. Stuck in time.

He’s almost there. Only a block away.

The pub or saloon that people call Black Star is not exactly hidden, but it’s not the first thing that you notice when you look in its direction. The place is situated in a cellar local and the only way down is through the main door that Steve now can see the silhouette of through the fog. The place isn’t known for its good reputation exactly - it’s a meeting spot, for all kinds of people. Usually not the good sort. Usually everyone from the silent sociopath to the gang rapist.

A puff of cold breath slips through his lips. He’s not nervous, but his body has tensed up a bit. He’s focused. He goes through the mission a few times in his head, murmurs for himself what to to, when to do it, how to do it. The guy he’s looking for is not expected to show up in at least one hour but it’s important for him to blend in, to be prepared.

Sharon and an agent that he’s never worked with before is in a flat, two blocks away. They’re in his com, talking silently to each other, checks on him regularly. The mere presence of their voices makes him more calm. Two Stark-drones are flying above the clouds too, but he doesn’t trust the robots, and he never will.

Almost there. A few steps away. A red, old neon sign that matches the rest of the lost city and its impression glows peacefully from above the metal door.

He takes a deep breath, and lays a hand on the handle before opening the squeaking mass of metal.

[panzarvagn]

Bucky eyes scaned the open room, slowly smutting on the alcoholic beverage currently residing in his clear glass. His other hand is effortlesly twirling a combat knife, He eyed the mass of people standin by the bar, the place was quite crowded, but he didn’t mind, as long as he was left alone in the right corner of the room, one of the most distant places to sit by. His usual spot. Suddenly the door into the bar swung open but the chatter did not die out. A few people rose their head to see who entered, and they all became everything but thrilled when they realised whom had entered. Bucky did not look up, he was not interested. Altough he couldn’t help but to glanze towards the newcomer as the crowd got more and more silent. He couldn’t help but to wonder if the guy had some serious balls, or if he was just plain fucking stupid to enter a place like this. Steve fucking Rogers, Captain America. He was top 3 at the dead pool, and right now the air was thick with tension. Like a loaded gun ready to fire.

[panzarvagn]

Brooklyn boys [closed rp]

Warmth, a stinging smell of sweat and rust, surrounded by bars and heavily protected guards… Shouts, and the faint sound of hard bone meating flesh. An all to familliar coppery smell fills the Assets nostrils as he raises his clenched fist and throws another punch straight towards an already unconcious figure, hanging slack in his grip. солдат… Crimson meets silver, and a squelching sound echoes through the cell, the Asset feels no fatigue, no desire to stop, no remorse..  стоп, солдат… Everything changes and suddenly he is falling through the floor, bricks suddenly give away as his feet loses contact with the ground.. Bucky wakes up with a flinch, his back aches from the awkward position and his metal fist grasping tightly on to the chairs arm rest. He relaxes his arm, and the wood gives away a relieved creak.. Bucky scans the entire room; the  apartment looks the same as yesterday when they had just arrived, an old sofia, an impossibly small bathroom, a kitchenette and a bed.. 

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Steve stares at himself in the foggy, stained mirror. His cheeks are still dripping with water from when he washed his face, and the shower didn’t even make a difference to how tired he looks. And feels.

It’s not the beds that are too hard or the kitchen that’s too gross, with mold growing pretty much everywhere… It’s not the stained walls, or the dirty floor. 

It’s not his companion. Definitely not.

He’s not really sure what it is that’s nagging his brain, staining his thoughts day in day out, he only knows that it affects him. He can’t be weak now. He can’t show his friend. 

His body is sore. Ribs hurt, fingers itch. 

From outside, it sounds like something breaks, something out of wood - a door, maybe a handle… Within seconds, Steve’s out of the bathroom, towel in one hand, raising the other, ready to go at whatever meets his eye. 

Brown hair pushed back, eyes flashing something wild, something he can’t see what it is. Bucky is sitting straight up in the chair, his hand around the creaking piece of wood that once was the chair’s arm. 

During a second, Steve scans the room for intruders but decides to let out the breath he’d held from inside the bathroom.  He looks at Bucky, brows mirroring just how worried he is, but not really how much he actually cares. 

“You alright there?” 

[panzarvagn]

Bucky’s eyes snap up towards Steve, who looks like he’s been through hell and back, not that it was an understatement, Steve looked bad, real bad, like he hadn’t slept for days. “I’m fine.” Bucky gulped, eyes casting calculating glances around the room. He didn’t feel like talking about it, looking back at his past didn’t give much. It was all just a hazy and vague, and made is head throb in pain, like a barrier. Instead he tried to focus on the present, he was not the man he saw at the museum; standing beside Steve, laughing and giving him a small pat on the shoulder.. But he was no longer the winter soldier either. Although the burning in the back of his head reminded him constantly of the experiments Hydra had put him through. Although he faintly remembers that he had tried to escape, tried… he presumes that they whiped him afterwards. Bucky adjusted his seating, making sure that he was ready to sprint if..something would happen. He was always ready, like a spring coil or a time bomb, rigid like he expected combat in any minute.. “How long can we stay here?” The brunette asked, wanting to change the subject to avoid any… incidents.

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Shadows ghosted over the other man’s face, and Steve studied them in silence, trying not to seem pushy or in the way. He couldn’t help but feel worried, though. He knew that something was still haunting his friend, throwing him back into that pit of darkness that he’d just climbed out of.  He’d had a bit of help. Not nearly enough from Steve’s side, but a tiny bit at least. 

Just for a second, Steve was stupid enough to reach out his hand - he wasn’t sure exactly what to do with it, just, touch his friend. Deliver some kind of message that he was safe, or at least, not in bad hands anymore.

Shit. Stupid ass decision. 

He let his hand rest on the other man’s shoulder for a few seconds before answering the question that he’d been asked. He could feel the warmth of the skin from under the shirt. 

“Not much longer, I hope. Try and get some sleep. And if you can’t, some coffee.” 

He let go. Quickly. Smiled in a way that hopefully was trustworthy, and started to head for the kitchen and coffee-maker without leaving his partner completely out of sight. 

[panzarvagn]

The brunett turned stiff at the sudden contact, not prepared for the display of trust. His hand suddenly twiched in a self-defence reflex, to automaticaly reach for the knife in the holster by the lower part of his back. A vile taste raised up inside his mouth.. It was bearable, but it still itched.. Bucky gave Steve a quick smile and looked up at him reassuringly. “Yeah thanks..” He said, slightly confused. After all this time people asking him about what he wants instead of orders still felt strange, and it hurt. Knowing that he was so used to being merely a tool of a trade, that..realy hurt. “Coffe..” He nodded.

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Bucky’s reaction to the touch was still playing on repeat inside his head when he poured coffee into two cups on the bench. He grimaced to his own foolishness, cursed himself twice. This wasn’t a good strategy.

He could only sense Bucky from the other side of the wall, and felt some kind of ridiculous responsibility. Damn it.

Steve walked into the livingroom, handed one of the cups to the man in the chair and found one for himself. He sat down, sipped on his coffee and glanced at his friend.

“So… What was it about?” he started, “I mean the dream. It’s alright if you don’t want to tell but, I’ll listen if you do.”

[panzarvagn]

He accepeted the cup, bringing it up to his lips; he hesitantly took a sip and eyed the man before him. Bucky was still a bit on edge when it came to receiving substances. Altough he knew that if Steve wanted to kill him he’d had plenty of chances before, so why take it now? “I was fighting, and suddenly it felt like I was falling, and everything was cold..So cold.” Bucky took a big gulp of the coffee and made a huff-sound as he flashed a small smile towards Steve. “What is our next step?” He asked, wanting to change the subject, focusing on dreams did not feel…stable at the moment. 

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Steve watched him as he talked, hummed to his voice. “You don’t need to feel the cold anymore, Buck.” He smiled, sadly, “you’re here now. I’d love to say safe, but I can’t really…. Safer. At least. I’m sorry for this mess.” 

He looks up at the roof, follows the paint that’s cracked through the years. Like him. Like them. He really is sorry for everything. 

This place has been through a lot, just like them, and for now it’s theirs, but it might not stay that way. 

“I’m not really sure if we should stay here or get going. I’ve had some brief contact with King T’Challa, and he’s offered us a place in Wakanda, undercover of course, but I’m not sure if we should accept or not. I’m sure that we can trust him, but…” 

Steve looks at Bucky. 

“I think that you’ll have to decide what’s best for us.” 

[panzarvagn]

Bucky didn’t know what to answer, Choice was never an option for him, Hydra never gave him that freedom. The missions he still remember before the latest whipe where precise, it was better to keep it that way. He’d always known when they had whiped him, he could always peace things back together, not much, but enough to know that something had been done. At that time, he really didn’t care, he could had fought back, but  the few times he had was always unsuccesful, and by the end of the day... Hydra had won. “I.. don’t know.. T’Challa, he seems honest. But, we should be careful, we don’t know how far Hydra will go to retrive me..” Bucky took another sip of the coffee. Retrived...Like some thing; a weapon. It hurt to know that it was true, the Arm was one of it’s kind, and now when Zola was dead. “But, the best decision would be to get in contact with T’Challa, we are better of hidden outside of the states.” And it would be nice to finally be able to settle down, he was done with running. Bucky stood up and walker over to the window, lightly pulling apart the blinds looking out over the street. “Steve, we are being followed.. Look at that car.” He said, pointing towards said vehicle.

[panzarvagn]

Brooklyn boys [closed rp]

Warmth, a stinging smell of sweat and rust, surrounded by bars and heavily protected guards… Shouts, and the faint sound of hard bone meating flesh. An all to familliar coppery smell fills the Assets nostrils as he raises his clenched fist and throws another punch straight towards an already unconcious figure, hanging slack in his grip. солдат… Crimson meets silver, and a squelching sound echoes through the cell, the Asset feels no fatigue, no desire to stop, no remorse..  стоп, солдат… Everything changes and suddenly he is falling through the floor, bricks suddenly give away as his feet loses contact with the ground.. Bucky wakes up with a flinch, his back aches from the awkward position and his metal fist grasping tightly on to the chairs arm rest. He relaxes his arm, and the wood gives away a relieved creak.. Bucky scans the entire room; the  apartment looks the same as yesterday when they had just arrived, an old sofia, an impossibly small bathroom, a kitchenette and a bed.. 

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Steve stares at himself in the foggy, stained mirror. His cheeks are still dripping with water from when he washed his face, and the shower didn’t even make a difference to how tired he looks. And feels.

It’s not the beds that are too hard or the kitchen that’s too gross, with mold growing pretty much everywhere… It’s not the stained walls, or the dirty floor. 

It’s not his companion. Definitely not.

He’s not really sure what it is that’s nagging his brain, staining his thoughts day in day out, he only knows that it affects him. He can’t be weak now. He can’t show his friend. 

His body is sore. Ribs hurt, fingers itch. 

From outside, it sounds like something breaks, something out of wood - a door, maybe a handle… Within seconds, Steve’s out of the bathroom, towel in one hand, raising the other, ready to go at whatever meets his eye. 

Brown hair pushed back, eyes flashing something wild, something he can’t see what it is. Bucky is sitting straight up in the chair, his hand around the creaking piece of wood that once was the chair’s arm. 

During a second, Steve scans the room for intruders but decides to let out the breath he’d held from inside the bathroom.  He looks at Bucky, brows mirroring just how worried he is, but not really how much he actually cares. 

“You alright there?” 

[panzarvagn]

Bucky’s eyes snap up towards Steve, who looks like he’s been through hell and back, not that it was an understatement, Steve looked bad, real bad, like he hadn’t slept for days. “I’m fine.” Bucky gulped, eyes casting calculating glances around the room. He didn’t feel like talking about it, looking back at his past didn’t give much. It was all just a hazy and vague, and made is head throb in pain, like a barrier. Instead he tried to focus on the present, he was not the man he saw at the museum; standing beside Steve, laughing and giving him a small pat on the shoulder.. But he was no longer the winter soldier either. Although the burning in the back of his head reminded him constantly of the experiments Hydra had put him through. Although he faintly remembers that he had tried to escape, tried… he presumes that they whiped him afterwards. Bucky adjusted his seating, making sure that he was ready to sprint if..something would happen. He was always ready, like a spring coil or a time bomb, rigid like he expected combat in any minute.. “How long can we stay here?” The brunette asked, wanting to change the subject to avoid any… incidents.

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Shadows ghosted over the other man’s face, and Steve studied them in silence, trying not to seem pushy or in the way. He couldn’t help but feel worried, though. He knew that something was still haunting his friend, throwing him back into that pit of darkness that he’d just climbed out of.  He’d had a bit of help. Not nearly enough from Steve’s side, but a tiny bit at least. 

Just for a second, Steve was stupid enough to reach out his hand - he wasn’t sure exactly what to do with it, just, touch his friend. Deliver some kind of message that he was safe, or at least, not in bad hands anymore.

Shit. Stupid ass decision. 

He let his hand rest on the other man’s shoulder for a few seconds before answering the question that he’d been asked. He could feel the warmth of the skin from under the shirt. 

“Not much longer, I hope. Try and get some sleep. And if you can’t, some coffee.” 

He let go. Quickly. Smiled in a way that hopefully was trustworthy, and started to head for the kitchen and coffee-maker without leaving his partner completely out of sight. 

[panzarvagn]

The brunett turned stiff at the sudden contact, not prepared for the display of trust. His hand suddenly twiched in a self-defence reflex, to automaticaly reach for the knife in the holster by the lower part of his back. A vile taste raised up inside his mouth.. It was bearable, but it still itched.. Bucky gave Steve a quick smile and looked up at him reassuringly. “Yeah thanks..” He said, slightly confused. After all this time people asking him about what he wants instead of orders still felt strange, and it hurt. Knowing that he was so used to being merely a tool of a trade, that..realy hurt. “Coffe..” He nodded.

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Bucky’s reaction to the touch was still playing on repeat inside his head when he poured coffee into two cups on the bench. He grimaced to his own foolishness, cursed himself twice. This wasn’t a good strategy.

He could only sense Bucky from the other side of the wall, and felt some kind of ridiculous responsibility. Damn it.

Steve walked into the livingroom, handed one of the cups to the man in the chair and found one for himself. He sat down, sipped on his coffee and glanced at his friend.

“So… What was it about?” he started, “I mean the dream. It’s alright if you don’t want to tell but, I’ll listen if you do.”

[panzarvagn]

He accepeted the cup, bringing it up to his lips; he hesitantly took a sip and eyed the man before him. Bucky was still a bit on edge when it came to receiving substances. Altough he knew that if Steve wanted to kill him he’d had plenty of chances before, so why take it now? “I was fighting, and suddenly it felt like I was falling, and everything was cold..So cold.” Bucky took a big gulp of the coffee and made a huff-sound as he flashed a small smile towards Steve. “What is our next step?” He asked, wanting to change the subject, focusing on dreams did not feel...stable at the moment. 

[panzarvagn]

Brooklyn boys [closed rp]

Warmth, a stinging smell of sweat and rust, surrounded by bars and heavily protected guards… Shouts, and the faint sound of hard bone meating flesh. An all to familliar coppery smell fills the Assets nostrils as he raises his clenched fist and throws another punch straight towards an already unconcious figure, hanging slack in his grip. солдат… Crimson meets silver, and a squelching sound echoes through the cell, the Asset feels no fatigue, no desire to stop, no remorse..  стоп, солдат… Everything changes and suddenly he is falling through the floor, bricks suddenly give away as his feet loses contact with the ground.. Bucky wakes up with a flinch, his back aches from the awkward position and his metal fist grasping tightly on to the chairs arm rest. He relaxes his arm, and the wood gives away a relieved creak.. Bucky scans the entire room; the  apartment looks the same as yesterday when they had just arrived, an old sofia, an impossibly small bathroom, a kitchenette and a bed.. 

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Steve stares at himself in the foggy, stained mirror. His cheeks are still dripping with water from when he washed his face, and the shower didn’t even make a difference to how tired he looks. And feels.

It’s not the beds that are too hard or the kitchen that’s too gross, with mold growing pretty much everywhere… It’s not the stained walls, or the dirty floor. 

It’s not his companion. Definitely not.

He’s not really sure what it is that’s nagging his brain, staining his thoughts day in day out, he only knows that it affects him. He can’t be weak now. He can’t show his friend. 

His body is sore. Ribs hurt, fingers itch. 

From outside, it sounds like something breaks, something out of wood - a door, maybe a handle… Within seconds, Steve’s out of the bathroom, towel in one hand, raising the other, ready to go at whatever meets his eye. 

Brown hair pushed back, eyes flashing something wild, something he can’t see what it is. Bucky is sitting straight up in the chair, his hand around the creaking piece of wood that once was the chair’s arm. 

During a second, Steve scans the room for intruders but decides to let out the breath he’d held from inside the bathroom.  He looks at Bucky, brows mirroring just how worried he is, but not really how much he actually cares. 

“You alright there?” 

[panzarvagn]

Bucky’s eyes snap up towards Steve, who looks like he’s been through hell and back, not that it was an understatement, Steve looked bad, real bad, like he hadn’t slept for days. “I’m fine.” Bucky gulped, eyes casting calculating glances around the room. He didn’t feel like talking about it, looking back at his past didn’t give much. It was all just a hazy and vague, and made is head throb in pain, like a barrier. Instead he tried to focus on the present, he was not the man he saw at the museum; standing beside Steve, laughing and giving him a small pat on the shoulder.. But he was no longer the winter soldier either. Although the burning in the back of his head reminded him constantly of the experiments Hydra had put him through. Although he faintly remembers that he had tried to escape, tried… he presumes that they whiped him afterwards. Bucky adjusted his seating, making sure that he was ready to sprint if..something would happen. He was always ready, like a spring coil or a time bomb, rigid like he expected combat in any minute.. “How long can we stay here?” The brunette asked, wanting to change the subject to avoid any… incidents.

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Shadows ghosted over the other man’s face, and Steve studied them in silence, trying not to seem pushy or in the way. He couldn’t help but feel worried, though. He knew that something was still haunting his friend, throwing him back into that pit of darkness that he’d just climbed out of.  He’d had a bit of help. Not nearly enough from Steve’s side, but a tiny bit at least. 

Just for a second, Steve was stupid enough to reach out his hand - he wasn’t sure exactly what to do with it, just, touch his friend. Deliver some kind of message that he was safe, or at least, not in bad hands anymore.

Shit. Stupid ass decision. 

He let his hand rest on the other man’s shoulder for a few seconds before answering the question that he’d been asked. He could feel the warmth of the skin from under the shirt. 

“Not much longer, I hope. Try and get some sleep. And if you can’t, some coffee.” 

He let go. Quickly. Smiled in a way that hopefully was trustworthy, and started to head for the kitchen and coffee-maker without leaving his partner completely out of sight. 

[panzarvagn]

The brunett turned stiff at the sudden contact, not prepared for the display of trust. His hand suddenly twiched in a self-defence reflex, to automaticaly reach for the knife in the holster by the lower part of his back. A vile taste raised up inside his mouth.. It was bearable, but it still itched.. Bucky gave Steve a quick smile and looked up at him reassuringly. “Yeah thanks..” He said, slightly confused. After all this time people asking him about what he wants instead of orders still felt strange, and it hurt. Knowing that he was so used to being merely a tool of a trade, that..realy hurt. “Coffe..” He nodded.

[jessicahenwicks-deactivated2018]

“Longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car.”

[678i0u]

[ex0skeletay]

Winter Soldier Digital Painting by Dennis Maznev

[panzarvagn]

Brooklyn boys [closed rp]

Warmth, a stinging smell of sweat and rust, surrounded by bars and heavily protected guards… Shouts, and the faint sound of hard bone meating flesh. An all to familliar coppery smell fills the Assets nostrils as he raises his clenched fist and throws another punch straight towards an already unconcious figure, hanging slack in his grip. солдат… Crimson meets silver, and a squelching sound echoes through the cell, the Asset feels no fatigue, no desire to stop, no remorse..  стоп, солдат… Everything changes and suddenly he is falling through the floor, bricks suddenly give away as his feet loses contact with the ground.. Bucky wakes up with a flinch, his back aches from the awkward position and his metal fist grasping tightly on to the chairs arm rest. He relaxes his arm, and the wood gives away a relieved creak.. Bucky scans the entire room; the  apartment looks the same as yesterday when they had just arrived, an old sofia, an impossibly small bathroom, a kitchenette and a bed.. 

[brooklynsantiques-blog]

Steve stares at himself in the foggy, stained mirror. His cheeks are still dripping with water from when he washed his face, and the shower didn’t even make a difference to how tired he looks. And feels.

It’s not the beds that are too hard or the kitchen that’s too gross, with mold growing pretty much everywhere… It’s not the stained walls, or the dirty floor. 

It’s not his companion. Definitely not.

He’s not really sure what it is that’s nagging his brain, staining his thoughts day in day out, he only knows that it affects him. He can’t be weak now. He can’t show his friend. 

His body is sore. Ribs hurt, fingers itch. 

From outside, it sounds like something breaks, something out of wood - a door, maybe a handle… Within seconds, Steve’s out of the bathroom, towel in one hand, raising the other, ready to go at whatever meets his eye. 

Brown hair pushed back, eyes flashing something wild, something he can’t see what it is. Bucky is sitting straight up in the chair, his hand around the creaking piece of wood that once was the chair’s arm. 

During a second, Steve scans the room for intruders but decides to let out the breath he’d held from inside the bathroom.  He looks at Bucky, brows mirroring just how worried he is, but not really how much he actually cares. 

“You alright there?” 

[panzarvagn]

Bucky’s eyes snap up towards Steve, who looks like he’s been through hell and back, not that it was an understatement, Steve looked bad, real bad, like he hadn’t slept for days. “I’m fine.” Bucky gulped, eyes casting calculating glances around the room. He didn’t feel like talking about it, looking back at his past didn’t give much. It was all just a hazy and vague, and made is head throb in pain, like a barrier. Instead he tried to focus on the present, he was not the man he saw at the museum; standing beside Steve, laughing and giving him a small pat on the shoulder.. But he was no longer the winter soldier either. Although the burning in the back of his head reminded him constantly of the experiments Hydra had put him through. Although he faintly remembers that he had tried to escape, tried... he presumes that they whiped him afterwards. Bucky adjusted his seating, making sure that he was ready to sprint if..something would happen. He was always ready, like a spring coil or a time bomb, rigid like he expected combat in any minute.. “How long can we stay here?” The brunette asked, wanting to change the subject to avoid any... incidents.

[panzarvagn]

Brooklyn boys [closed rp]

Warmth, a stinging smell of sweat and rust, surrounded by bars and heavily protected guards... Shouts, and the faint sound of hard bone meating flesh. An all to familliar coppery smell fills the Assets nostrils as he raises his clenched fist and throws another punch straight towards an already unconcious figure, hanging slack in his grip. солдат... Crimson meets silver, and a squelching sound echoes through the cell, the Asset feels no fatigue, no desire to stop, no remorse..  стоп, солдат... Everything changes and suddenly he is falling through the floor, bricks suddenly give away as his feet loses contact with the ground.. Bucky wakes up with a flinch, his back aches from the awkward position and his metal fist grasping tightly on to the chairs arm rest. He relaxes his arm, and the wood gives away a relieved creak.. Bucky scans the entire room; the  apartment looks the same as yesterday when they had just arrived, an old sofia, an impossibly small bathroom, a kitchenette and a bed.. 

[roleplay-roulette-blog]

Long live the Mafia || closed Hijack-RP

[panzarvagn]

Jack nodded and opened the door to the driver seat and climbed in. He gave of a chuckle when the boy mentioned his thin-legged friend, amused by the image that popped up in his head. “And this girl, what’s her name again..Astrid? Is she your girlfriend?” Jack asked with a teasing tone while starting the car and slowly backing out from the hospital, leaving the godforsaken building with all it’s demonic rooms and halls.

[roleplay-roulette-blog]

Hiccup almost choked on his own spit at the question, feeling how heat rose up into his cheeks. “No, she’s not!” he answered, fumbling with his seat belt as if it was something of unbelievable interest. He cleared his throat as he tried to get rid of the blood in his cheeks. “She’s just my best friend.” he said, a little calmer this time while Jack guided the car through the rather empty streets. He once had a crush on her, but well…it was only a crush.

[panzarvagn]

Jack eyed the boy with one eyebrow raised, the embarrassment clear in his face as his cheeks took on a rather charming shade of red. The white haired boy chuckled at his reaction and decided not to embarrass the boy any further. Instead he ruffled his hair and drove out on the road heading towards the mansion.  The empty streets made the trip home much smoother and it didn't take long before the car drove up on to the mansion's driveway. Jack stopped the car but didn't bother to turn it off since he'll being going home anyways. "So...Good luck tomorrow, and remember the button." Jack says reassuringly while giving him a smile. 

[roleplay-roulette-blog]

Long live the Mafia || closed Hijack-RP

[roleplay-roulette-blog]

Hadrian raised his eyebrows. Okay? This has been by far easier than he had expected. He only knew Jack for two days and he gave the impression that his job was very dear and important to him. So he gave up that easily? Well, good for him!

"That’s okay, really. Astrid, Finn and me are going to the mall together, so I won’t be alone. Nothing to worry about, see?" he explained, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket to give a casual impression. "I hate hospitals too. Living here for a week was aweful" he stated with a sigh. But well, he could understand his father’s worries and he prefered it to stay with his father as well, especially when he’s doing so bad.

[panzarvagn]

"Well still, of course I will worry since I’m here to protect you and now I’m about to do the complete opposite." Jack sighed but smiled reassuringly. Was he doing the right thing to let the kid of that easily? Still it’s too late now, if he would change his mind now, he would never forgive him… "Mhm…And who are they?" Jack asked with a suspicious tone when Hadrian mentioned the unfamiliar names. He was so going to do a background check on those kids later, he noted while walking out to the car.

[roleplay-roulette-blog]

"My friends." Hiccup stated simply and shrugged. Why was this so important anyway? But since Jack just made a step towards him, maybe he should thank him and do the same. "Astrid and me are friends since kindergarten. Well, we weren’t friends back then, but we knew each other." he explained and opened the door to the car. "And Finn…" he started and sat down on his seat, shut the door and waited until Jack was in the car as well. "Finn is a frien since middle school. We call him Fishlegs because he has really thin legs…" he continued, furrowing his brows. Really, Finn’s legs were sticks compared to the rest of his body. But maybe that was just him.

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Jack nodded and opened the door to the driver seat and climbed in. He gave of a chuckle when the boy mentioned his thin-legged friend, amused by the image that popped up in his head. "And this girl, what's her name again..Astrid? Is she your girlfriend?" Jack asked with a teasing tone while starting the car and slowly backing out from the hospital, leaving the godforsaken building with all it's demonic rooms and halls.

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Who the hell is Bucky? || Closed rp with Rollspel

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One of the medics slowly walks over to Bucky with her hands up in the air, showing that she means no harm. She asks for consent to remove the pick, Bucky only responds by turning his head to the side. The medic takes that as a yes and cautiously takes the pick out and quickly takes a few step back, like she’s too afraid to stay near him; which is completely understandable. He doesn’t feel the pain when it’s removed and only looks up at Steve with a hint of sadness in his eyes. This was not how Bucky had planned it to be, he didn’t mean it to happen. Suddenly pain hits him and Bucky buries his face in his hands and pulls his hair tightly and starts to slowly rock back and forth while continuously mutter the same words over and over again. "I…I don’t- I don’t know…I.." He’s in a state of subspace, and Bucky reaches out to grab something trying to anchor himself to reality, his fingers finds Steve’s wrist and he desperately holds on to it. Bucky’s head is hurting and throbbing and he grits his teeth from the pain.

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He’s so surprised when Bucky touches him he almost thinks that it’s an attempt to an attack at first, but when he meets the gray-blue eyes that intensely locks his gaze and holds it desperately he understands what’s going on. It’s not about that anymore.

"Hey, ‘ts alright" he repeats and sits down on his knees, puts a hand on the man’s shoulder. Carefully, of course. Any more trouble and all of his chances might be gone. 

"You’re here now and I’m here too, let’s start over again." 

As he leans closer to Bucky he nods determinedly towards the medics by his sides and they stand up. 

Bucky looks pale and chocked, and something inside Steve’s chest stings harshly when he eyes the small details around his face. Bruises, marks, scars… He doesn’t know if all of them comes from missions or training at some HYDRA base, but probably. Yet it’s not the physical scars that scares him, it’s the mental ones, and he hates everything New S.H.I.E.L.D. is doing about it. 

The cell, and everything around it is not helping. At all. 

Bucky’s eyes are dark, like they always were, but not empty like that time on the helicarrier. Not empty like earlier this morning. There’s something behind the fogginess that forces Steve to push away a lump of mixed emotions inside. 

"I don’t like this" me mumbles, so only the brunet can hear, "I want to get you out and I will do anything in my power to make that happen. But for now, just… Let’s start over okay, I’m here with you.” 

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Bucky doesn't react to Steve's words physically, his eyes are fixed on something far in the distant, something only he can see. But his mind is actively comprehending what Steve just said. The brunette eyes the man before him hesitantly. He already had the answer to the question on why Steve would go to such great measures to move him, but does he even realise that he was no longer who Steve remembered... "How are you go-.." Bucky's words are abruptly cut of by another throb of pain and he grits his teeth and his body tenses up again. When the pain stops he suddenly realises that he's holding Steve by the wrist, and instantly let's go followed by swiftly standing up; causing the remaining agents to swiftly point their guns at him again. He only answers by glaring at them coldly, and then looks back to Steve. One part of him wants to stab him in the gut, and one part of him recognizes him as something else, something more...friendly. Bucky decides to hesitantly let his arms reach out towards him, still staring at him; completely on his guard. 

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Who the hell is Bucky? || Closed rp with Rollspel

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He snarls aggressively when Steve regains control. He still pushes like Steve’s touch is burning him like red hot metal, but he’s stopped screaming. The only thing that can be heard is his quick breathing and the moans from the agents. What The soldier fails to realise before the pain hits him is the wire buried into his side; connected to one of the agents’ taser. To his surprise and terror he feels the power in his prosthetic arm failing and he drops to the floor when his muscles fails him. When he finally looks up at Steve something in him snaps. The anger he felt is quickly washed away and replaced with confusion, when four new agents rush inside, ready to aid Steve.

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Steve swifts away the two agents in red jackets who gently (but with no real affection in their voices) ask if he’s alright. He tries to fully focus on Bucky’s position and the other two agents by his side. 

How did he not see the stun-gun? How could he possibly have missed that? 

Bucky does not seem angry anymore and he’s stopped refusing the help, but his eyes aren’t even close to calm and Steve just wants to sit down and wrap his arms around him.

That’s never gonna happen though, and he knows it, just like everyone else on earth would know it. 

At least, he brushes away the hands that are laying on his shoulders and tells the medics that he’s alright. They murmur something to each other and leave the room - rather, cell - and Steve starts walking towards the other agents who throw warning glances at him. 

"Cap, I wouldn’t recommend you coming any closer" one of them states and Steve see a light flinch of fear in his eyes. 

Right. He’s playing dangerously here, but he can’t really help it. He stops, a few meters away.

"You alright, Buck?" 

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One of the medics slowly walks over to Bucky with her hands up in the air, showing that she means no harm. She asks for consent to remove the pick, Bucky only responds by turning his head to the side. The medic takes that as a yes and cautiously takes the pick out and quickly takes a few step back, like she's too afraid to stay near him; which is completely understandable. He doesn't feel the pain when it's removed and only looks up at Steve with a hint of sadness in his eyes. This was not how Bucky had planned it to be, he didn't mean it to happen. Suddenly pain hits him and Bucky buries his face in his hands and pulls his hair tightly and starts to slowly rock back and forth while continuously mutter the same words over and over again. "I...I don't- I don't know...I.." He's in a state of subspace, and Bucky reaches out to grab something trying to anchor himself to reality, his fingers finds Steve's wrist and he desperately holds on to it. Bucky's head is hurting and throbbing and he grits his teeth from the pain.

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Who the hell is Bucky? || Closed rp with Rollspel

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Everything is driven by adrenalin, and he can’t cope with it all. The soldier’s screams get’s even louder and more desperate when Steve pushes him into the wall. Even though Steve is begging him to look him in the eye, he refuses and keeps his head down and eyes closed. He kicks and pushes as much as he can but Steve won’t bulge. "I’m not Bucky!! Stop calling me that!" He screams and makes a final attempt at breaking loose, but only succeeds in hurling the other agent into the bedside table that breaks from the impact. And there, he feels and opening, since Steve is mostly focusing on his metal arm the other grip is highly weakened. He quickly pulls his normal arm free and with as much force as he can muster he elbows him right in the face. 

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Steve isn’t prepared when Bucky shoves his elbow up and he is close on losing him, but luckily; he turns his shoulder and knee to the left and tackles the man into the wall again, keeps him under control. 

“Listen to me. Look at me. Bucky, I know you're there, I know you can hear me" 

Still sounding so determined, but Steve’s actually afraid. He’s afraid Bucky won’t hear him and he’s afraid he’s gonna lose him to the soldier again. Hoping it won’t happen again. 

"Come on, breathe. We don’t have to do this. I can leave. If you don’t want me here, just say it to me and I’ll leave—" 

Bucky wouldn’t say no. But would the winter soldier? 

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He snarls aggressively when Steve regains control. He still pushes like Steve's touch is burning him like red hot metal, but he's stopped screaming. The only thing that can be heard is his quick breathing and the moans from the agents. What The soldier fails to realise before the pain hits him is the wire buried into his side; connected to one of the agents' taser. To his surprise and terror he feels the power in his prosthetic arm failing and he drops to the floor when his muscles fails him. When he finally looks up at Steve something in him snaps. The anger he felt is quickly washed away and replaced with confusion, when four new agents rush inside, ready to aid Steve.

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Who the hell is Bucky? || Closed rp with Rollspel

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Bucky looks away trying to avoid Steve’s gaze, it feels like a demand to remember when Steve looks at him, he looks so pleading and helpless. It’s a silence please and it’s maddening. It makes his pulse rise when Steve asks if Bucky wants to talk about it. Doesn’t Steve get it, he will never be the man before! And can he just stop looking at him like he’s some sort of wounded animal.  Bucky quickly rises with inhuman speed and fists his hands tightly in Steve’s collar. "Stop looking at me like that!" He screams at him, but before Bucky can continue the big door clicks open and two S.H.I.E.L.D agents rush inside and holds him down in each arm and pushes him away from Steve. But the reaction time of Bucky’s cybernetic prosthetic arm is much faster and the unprepared agent slams into the wall with great impact.

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Steve’s acting by pure reflexes and moves closer to Bucky, slams his arms up the wall but concentrates on holding the metal one down. Even though the man’s lived through different kinds of serums, he’s been trained and empowered with the metallic prosthetic, Steve’s got the upper hand and he’s screaming for the agents to make their move. 

He locks his gaze on Bucky’s eyes, tries force him to look up and meet his. 

“You don’t have to do this" 

His voice is raspy and different, but he doesn’t really care.

“Bucky, I know you don’t want this, I know you’re there just… Look at me.”

He’s not feeling any doubt, fear or pain. Just determination. Their faces are so close together and it that it’s been 70 years since the last time, but he just waves away that thought and keeps staring. He won’t give up, not when it comes to Bucky, never. 

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Everything is driven by adrenalin, and he can't cope with it all. The soldier's screams get's even louder and more desperate when Steve pushes him into the wall. Even though Steve is begging him to look him in the eye, he refuses and keeps his head down and eyes closed. He kicks and pushes as much as he can but Steve won't bulge. "I'm not Bucky!! Stop calling me that!" He screams and makes a final attempt at breaking loose, but only succeeds in hurling the other agent into the bedside table that breaks from the impact. And there, he feels and opening, since Steve is mostly focusing on his metal arm the other grip is highly weakened. He quickly pulls his normal arm free and with as much force as he can muster he elbows him right in the face. 

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Long live the Mafia || closed Hijack-RP

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Jack was a bit chocked to see the smile on Hiccups face when the boy returned. He presumed that it meant that Stoick’s health was getting better. Which was quite a surprise since he looked pretty bad when Jack had meet him the last time. But Jack was glad nonetheless and relived since he didn’t have to worry about Stoick anymore. 

"It’s alright, I don’t mind…", he answered and stood up from the bench, "And I guess it went alright?", he continued while stretching and giving of a low yawn. He stopped his motions and looked up at Hiccup with a doubtful look. "A day off you say…are you planning something or are that eager to get away from me?" Jack’s words came out more as a joke than he planned to. He was actually quite serious since he would be completely unprepared if something would happen in his absence. And he wasn’t too keen on taking the consequences from Gobber, or even worse…Stoick! Jack scratched the back of his head in a unresolved gesture. He wanted to stay but he knew he couldn’t be with Hiccup at all times, and he couldn’t depend on Hiccup to call for help either. Even though Jack knew the risks of leaving the boy alone he had to agree that the kid needed some time for himself. And Jack couldn’t remember if Gobber had mentioned something about weekends, so the decision was a wildcard. "If you really want me too, but I won’t be able to guarantee that I will be available to help you immediately if something would happen, but I trust you on this Okay?"  He walked up to the entrance and held up the doors for Hiccup, not because he felt obliged to do so from his employment but more of common politeness, and he hoped that the kid wouldn’t bash him too much for it. “Let’s get you home shall we, I can’t stand hospitals…” He gave of a apologetic smile, both for holding up the door and for the sudden rush to leave. But they had been out for a pretty long time and all Jack wanted now was to get Hiccup home and this day and the next one to pass by quickly, since the coming day would be completely out of his control.

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Hadrian raised his eyebrows. Okay? This has been by far easier than he had expected. He only knew Jack for two days and he gave the impression that his job was very dear and important to him. So he gave up that easily? Well, good for him! "That’s okay, really. Astrid, Finn and me are going to the mall together, so I won’t be alone. Nothing to worry about, see?" he explained, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket to give a casual impression. "I hate hospitals too. Living here for a week was aweful" he stated with a sigh. But well, he could understand his father’s worries and he prefered it to stay with his father as well, especially when he’s doing so bad.

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"Well still, of course I will worry since I'm here to protect you and now I'm about to do the complete opposite." Jack sighed but smiled reassuringly. Was he doing the right thing to let the kid of that easily? Still it's too late now, if he would change his mind now, he would never forgive him... "Mhm...And who are they?" Jack asked with a suspicious tone when Hadrian mentioned the unfamiliar names. He was so going to do a background check on those kids later, he noted while walking out to the car.